Mourning Sickness Poem by John Thorkild Ellison
Mourning Sickness
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Your endless aching prayers
In the middle of the night
To the unseen God
Bring no peace to your heart
And no respite
To a spirit sickened with grief;
The day comes round the same,
The streets, the shops, the glaring light,
People in the day-centre, mouthing empty words,
Dead babies wrapped in newspaper
At the bottom of the garden.
Friday, August 19, 2005
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5/10/2024 6:14:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
man that was killing...really saddened me...is there a story behind it? ?